Dimwit. Such a terrible
word. I have always felt it in the gut
like meaningless malice,
a punch, not cut. The sort of thing
fools say to fool friends.
It’s the kind of name
one flings around. The kind of thing
I wouldn’t say
for fear of dirtying my mouth.
But I’ve been wrong about so many things,
I think—can’t help but think—
and you are not so bright.